Brendan found a spot in the back of the bus where the seats faced each other rather than forward. There was more chance of getting a butt in the face,...but the extra legroom was worth it."Hola," a female voice called out across from him. Brendan looked up and into the face of a familiar Latina woman, one he had been scrupulously trying to avoid."Hi," he acknowledged."You know my brother, Hugo."Brendan nodded."I met him at the St. Margaret's last Saturday." I remember you," she said. "You were in. He was around 7 inches long and 3 inches thick. I was terribly shocked. He asked both of us to get up. I tried to hide my boobs when he stopped me.He said that he had already seen my boobs earlier, and there was no use in hiding them up. I tried to cover my pussy with my hands, but he stopped. He said that he was trying to help us both and how will he help if I didn’t allow him to.I wasn’t shy as there were lots of guys who had seen my pussy earlier. But I wasn’t ready to prove myself a slut.. She always wore nice things though; slacks or skirts that showed off her legs and clingy snug tops or shirts that displayed her perky breasts.She drove a red sports car, (when it wasn't in the shop) and assured me she was anxious to swim in the pool once the weather got warm. Patrick was an excellent skater and very much a man, compared to the kids I was going to school with. Tall, slim-hipped and broad-shouldered, his very blue eyes would sparkle at me as we skated. We made a standing date for. “Over there is the kitchen, the keg is in there. There’s a bathroom down that hall, and in the basement. It’s $4 for a cup, all you can drink. Want one?”“Yeah,” I said, fishing for my cash. I brought out the $4 and she smiled as she took it, handing me a cup, still openly ogling my balls.Just as I was about to leave she said, “Oh, one more thing…”“Yeah?”She smiled, stepped forward, and cupped my balls in her hand, gently giving them a squeeze, causing me to jump a little. She hugged me close.